Yet another dragon, we had to get
And he just had to have a pet.
For whatever reason, he chose a frog;
So we took him to a bog.
He cared for that frog,
as if it were A beloved dog.
My Great Aunt Mae, visited and
for 12 days, she stayed.
She volunteered, to dinner cook,
But, dragon’s frog, she mistook;
She served his legs with some she’d bought;
Leaving dragon quite distraught.
Apologizing, she said she’d pay; so, we adopted him
a dog that day; dragon was quickly appeased.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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